I have finally finished one of the books I started (making was stalled by terrible morning sickness).
It is a zig-zag book. One cover is blue book cloth, the other is green. I filled it with picture of insects; beetles, butterflies, moths. Today I finally added some text using ink stamp letters, as well as using embossing powder to finish the covers and add decoration to the inside.
The text is from a translated poem by a Sufi mystic called Farid ud din Attar.
My partner was recently teaching about Muslim mysticism, which led me to read around Sufi poetry a little more than I had done before. Since being thrown into a more heightened state by grief, some of these poems make a little more emotional sense. I feel more connected to what the authors might have been experiencing as they wrote them.
This particular bit of text, taken from a longer poem, seems to be about a moment of intense spiritual insight. The poet is both lost and full of love and knowledge.
Plus, a moth is mentioned, and they are my very favourite creatures.
It is another strange coincidence that I drew all these insects, these little fleeting lives, whilst I was pregnant. We call Lyra May a mayfly, in honour of those existences which are short yet beautiful.
The full text quote in my first little book reads:
"...The whole thing happened quicker than a breath
ask no questions of the moth.
In the candle flame of his face
I have forgotten all of the answers..."